Crystal Cage.

The higher I climb the hotter I engage; I can not escape my crystal cage. What am I?

What am I?

Every dawn begins with me, 
At dusk I’ll be the first you see. 
And daybreak could come without 
What midday centers all about 
Daisies grow from me, I’m told 
And when I come, I end all cold 
But in the sun I won’t be found 
Yet still, each day I’ll be around.

Remember no googling! 😛

What is it?

The man who invented it doesn’t want it. The man who bought it doesn’t need it. The man who needs it doesn’t know it. What is it? 🙂

And no googling! 😛